Haunted Places in North Carolina
You may want to check out some of these haunted places throughout North Carolina.
You may want to check out some of these haunted places throughout North Carolina.
A painter acquires an old portrait, hoping to salvage the frame for his own work. But when he scrapes down the painting, he encounters a vampire.
A young traveler takes a room in a remote cottage and falls in love with the owner’s strangely-compelling daughter.
A man is bound and cast into a pit by the Inquisition, and soon realizes that a deadly blade is slowly descending upon him.
The ghost of a murdered seaman begins roaming the decks of the Annie Smith.
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A shopkeeper gets an unpleasant shock when a physician drops his black bag.
I have a fascination with genealogy, which is what started all the trouble with the ghost…
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A gruesome tale of a traveler who was strangled in bed by a phantom.
There is a story the Colorado River guides sometimes tell about a haunted canyon where the spirits don’t like intruders after dark.
It was a funny time of night to be checking out old houses. I was pretty sure Alec was more interested in chasing ghosts than in real estate!
Every night, hoof-beats are heard coming down the graveled driveway. A milk-white steed appears, bearing two ghostly riders.
I heard the neighbor’s car running in the garage as I got into my car to drive to the grocery store. That seemed a bit odd, since it was summertime. Why would they need to warm it up?
I don’t know what exactly draws me back to Sachs Bridge each time I visit Gettysburg. I just know that I feel compelled to drive there and take pictures.
As a special treat, we decided to take the sunset cruise around lower Manhattan the Sunday before Labor Day. It was a silly thing to do – totally tourist – but sometimes playing tourist is fun, even for someone living and working daily in the shadow of the Big Apple.
When I was a kid, my grandparent’s bought a huge old boarding house in Jersey City. It had once housed the actresses working for a big silent film studio across the street, but the film studio was long gone, and the boarding house was unused.
At first she didn’t realize it was a dream. The party was crowded, the guests cheerful. Then a rumor began to circulate. The Devil was coming to the party…
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He looked up towards the Crows Nest, far above, and saw a glowing figure in a white wedding gown slowly descending the stairs from the Crows Nest. Tucked under its arm was a tousle-curled, wide-eyed head! Frozen with horror, the man watched the bride descend the steps and float along the corridor…
There was an oddly metallic smell in the air – the smell of blood. Something was wrong! Lucille wrenched the doors open and stepped into the barn, the light from her lantern flickering across the dusty floor. Then she saw the broken body of her husband lying a few feet away…
A huge wind swept through the bedroom, bringing with it the damp, salty smell of the sea. Billy sat bolt upright, heart thundering against his ribs, as a bloated, red-haired figure stepped down from the vastness of the eternal horizon and into the bedroom…
As if he sensed my thoughts, Goggle-Eyed Jim turned his face toward the window. His eyes, behind the goggles, seemed to glow with a greenish-blue light. His face was so gray and withered, he seemed like a corpse…
I saw a white figure rise up from the ground right behind Alberto. The familiar shaking began in my knees. “Alberto!” I shouted. Alberto whirled around and the handle of his shovel went right through the body of the ghost…
All at once, the moon came sliding out from behind a cloud, lighting the scene in front of me. And I screamed. I couldn’t help it. The skeleton of a horse was rising out of the water, dripping mud and dead leaves and gunk of all sorts…
I was awakened by soft strains of music that seemed to come from everywhere at once. As I listened, the haunting melody faded away. And then I heard my wife screaming.
“Don’t be silly,” she told herself, forcing her shaking legs up another step. “The noise was just the loose shutter blowing in the wind.” And then all the hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she realized she could hear something breathing behind her…